So. We all love pictures more than words. And I'm not separating this between dressage and jumping, because all I have for the jumping are words.
C and I hitched a ride with a new boarder, the former A rider. She's got a baby and, while she's no longer interested in showing, she wants to expose the baby to as many different things as possible. I applaud this.
Archie walked into her step-up trailer with absolutely no issue, thus reaffirming my desire to have no ramp on my future trailer.
|Yes, I took off my iPhone before entering the ring.|
|I kinda dig the popped collar look.|
|I like this one because my boobs and arm position hide my chub.|
As you can tell, I entered the ring with absolutely no contact. Dude is a fucking champ because his mom does not always fire on all cylinders.
|Free walk after X.|
|God, he's a handsome pony.|
|Second trot circle, where Mr. Prancy Pants tried to canter no less than four times. |
Check out that butt, though.
|Resting bitch face.|
I ate lemons.
I don't know what any of this means. One of you eventers break it down for me. Math, what? All I know is that somehow with four measly canter strides and plopping over baby crossrails, I managed to get my first first-place ribbon on Archie. Stupid happy about this. Oh, and I wasn't showing against myself - my class had three other people! And they weren't kids! A couple of them were super-cute Morgans who had the nicest knees.
After C showed, we loaded the ponies all back up and made the hour trip back home. It was a great first show (with C) for her mare, a great outing for the baby, and Archie was the best he's ever been.